Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

From an effectiveness perspective, Kraft quite agrees with sending people to guard their ideas.

The hexagonal hall is like a large underground transportation hub, where a large number of passages converge. Assuming someone is really using these drainage channels, the probability of passing through them is very high.

The team saw the light from the front when they turned back and approached the hall. It lasted for a short time and disappeared before they chased out of the cave.

It is easy to think of those people walking in the hall carrying lights, passing the exit of the tunnel they were in, and then entering another passage and disappearing into the branches of the road.

If there is one, there are two. It is unlikely that this is the first time for them to pass through here.

In a lightless environment, even torches that are far apart can be easily noticed. As long as a few people are sent to stay in the dark, the light sources passing through the entire hall will be invisible.

"It's pretty good, but it still depends on time and luck."

"Time, luck, and patience. We will find the heretic, sooner or later." Green felt that he was getting closer to his goal step by step.

Perhaps they are locked in the same room with closed doors and windows, passing each other from time to time, and sooner or later they will bump into each other. The one who knows the existence of the opponent will have a great advantage.

"The most worrying thing now is whether they will be aware of our presence. So I asked the team to extinguish the torches and only use lanterns when passing through the hall. I hope it will be useful. May God bless us."

There really was nothing outsiders could do here. Father Green was an experienced professional, and for the most part he thought things through so well that no help was needed.

But he was still a little worried, "Did they see what kind of light it was?"

"What kind of light?"

"Such as color, stability, etc. For example, the light of the torch should be closer to orange, with some jitter." It would be best if someone walked by holding a torch.

The priest rummaged between the two notes for a moment and confirmed that it had not been recorded. To be precise, no one had thought of this aspect. "What kind of light could it be?"

"For example... it's like sifting through glass. It's not the color of flames, but more pure and stable light, like natural light." Kraft gave an example.

"There must be something you haven't told me. It's not fair." Green looked at the professor who had been acting strangely since the first meeting. He could feel the purpose that the other party often displayed.

There is no way to force the information out of this guy's mouth, but at least in the current state of mutual need, you can occasionally get a glimpse of the direction the other party is thinking through various unusual concerns.

"Josh, please come here." He waved to a monk who was resting. "What kind of light did you see then?"

The monk stood up unsteadily from the wall, moved to the coffin that was used as a table, and sat down cross-legged.

He was a little confused when he woke up from a half-asleep state. After his consciousness restarted for a while, he finally figured out what Green wanted to ask, and he said oh.

However, nothing more happened. He remained silent in his recollection state, and did not hesitate to speak until Green reminded him.

"About when I was about to return to the hall and the sound of water started to sound, the people walking at the front said that there was light and it was very faint. If they hadn't mentioned it, I would have discovered it much later."

"So can you tell what color it is? Is it the same torch as yours?" the priest asked, realizing that he had taken it for granted before.

The monk thought about it carefully and shook his head slightly apologetically, as if if he shook his head a little harder, he would lose the thin impression in his memory, "Maybe it is really far away, only a little bit, almost covered by the light of the torch. It's just that it's really far away. The water channel in front is not so dark, and we can barely see clearly."

"Then, does the light change?"

"We chased in a low voice, but it quickly darkened in front of us. We chased in such a hurry that we didn't even see clearly how it got dark."

"Okay." It sounds like they did only catch the tail of the light, or rather the tuft of hair on the tip of the tail. "Then what kind of light do you think it is? Is it a torch?"

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The person involved recalled it again. It can be seen that he put in some effort, trying to capture the content in the memory that was not the focus, but unfortunately the effect was not obvious.

After all, as long as you catch up with the pagans, who cares what kind of torch or lamp they are holding?

But he did not give up. In his experience, he felt that he should have enough impressions of the few bright spots encountered in the boring search, about the repressed footsteps, dim passages, and old mud accumulation during tracking.

Only about the key point of everything, the brief light that wandered from the hall to the passage, there was no description that could be put into words.

"Sorry, now that I think about it, I don't think it's like an ordinary torch." He apologized for his omission, although Father Green didn't mean to blame him, "But I can't tell what kind of light it is. Maybe you can ask other people."

"Is there anything similar?" Kraft knew that this was a bit too persistent, but it was better to ask than not to ask.

"I think, I just think that maybe it is more like a kind of natural light, like the sun or the moon. It is very light and has no color, just like the moonlight at night when there are clouds and fog, but it is thinner."

While the client was telling the story, Green kept the pen in his hand. The tip of the pen was nailed to the coffin board through the paper, making a short sound like a telegraph message.

As he listened to the rest, his recording speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped completely, listening to the subjective and vague description with unclear meaning.

Guesses, memories, and metaphors are mixed together, and it is difficult to distinguish which ones are actual sightings and which ones are supplements of personal imagination. This kind of description cannot be put on paper without reorganizing and rearranging it.

He looked to the side. The professor was listening attentively and noncommittally.

"Do you need me to ask someone else?"

"It would be great if it doesn't disturb your rest too much."

The monk called other witnesses who had witnessed the incident, and their statements proved that the light coming from the hall was not a parallax error caused by an individual person.

But those sterile statements were nothing more than words like "unclear", "light" and "thin". No one could give a definite explanation, including the person at the front of the team who first noticed the change in the brightness of the channel.

There were not a few words written down on the paper. The supplementary content around that brief encounter had made it seem cumbersome and expanded into a black spot. Among the other slender, clear and similar notes, it was like a tower that contained a very large volume of darkness. The hall is like a lot of featureless passages.

The clues turned into clues that raised questions.

"I think your focus is reasonable. Maybe the lights they carry are special. Could they be made of special glass or something like that?" Father Green looked back at his records and was dissatisfied with the wandering descriptions in them.

"Certain glassmakers will add things to the glass to give them unusual colors. The church has been very happy to cooperate with them. I believe it is not difficult to ask some things, which will help us find their relationship on the ground."

"Try it." So saying, Kraft had no hope.

He was a little anxious, and those anxieties came from the knowledge brought about by unspeakable experiences. The more he knew, the more suspicious he became.

These unsystematic and shallow understandings make people aware of the dangers of the world, but they cannot see the whole picture. They will not be able to find peace before they understand the answer, and they will not even know what is driving them.

This made him reflect on another question, whether it was reasonable to drag a group of people into this matter like this - even if this was their duty, they could not drag ignorant people off the boat into the deep waters that they had not yet explored. Reasons to swim in.

The two continued to talk about various things; the search that would take time, the nature of the light source, how the pagans could establish a stronghold here.

Several times during this period, he wanted to tell something, but he couldn't.

It would probably be regarded as some extremely evil and bizarre statement, and he couldn't make any interpretation of this huge hexagonal space.

Before leaving, the professor repeated his previous warning, "Be careful and prepare for the worst. If there is any abnormal situation, it is best to retreat first, even if you encounter the light again."

There must be more than one clue to pagan activities, and it doesn’t matter if you miss it. I will check the college's equipment purchase channels, and there will probably be clues. "

Hopefully this will give you more options for retreating at critical moments.

"Thank you for your concern. I'll leave it to you at the academy." Green drew a circle on his chest and made a prayer gesture. I can probably feel the real concern, but I don't know how much I can listen to the instructions. "I'm not a rigid person. I know how to deal with it."

"Heavenly Father bless you."

Leaving behind a heartfelt blessing, Kraft left with a feeling that I don't know how to describe.

Returning to the clinic, I checked on the patients who had stayed in the afternoon. I also explained to David and a group of apprentice assistants at the bedside, and made up for dinner with reheated bean soup and bad-tasting bread. When he sat down at his desk, he felt a rare sense of mental fatigue that he had not seen for a long time.

[About the outpatient clinic during the day, night shift at night, teaching inside, projects outside, and entertainment tomorrow morning]

“Sometimes I feel like I’ve done a lot of things, but why is there so much more to do?”

Pulling out the letterhead decorated with turquoise blue dye painting, Craft confirmed that the banquet would be tomorrow morning, and did not write down a specific time. Maybe he could go to bed later.

The place was some suburban estate, and the letter-writer seemed to be trying to arouse interest by displaying works that would represent the best craftsmanship of the day, as well as exquisite baubles that would be of interest to younger guests.

The invitees generally include people with business contacts, some people with unknown surnames, and people from the academy who have written down their titles.

Rather than saying it was a banquet, Kraft felt it was closer to a manufacturer's product display. There were industry friends, seating experts, etc., everyone enjoying a free lunch and taking photos.

You can even take Yvonne with you to walk around and taste delicious food, which is good for your mental health.

When Kraft thought about it, he always felt that the letter was a bit misleading in some non-main aspect.

I recommend the new book "Children of the Stars" by an author I have always admired.

"I Can See the Status Bar" written by Mr. Luo Sanguan is one of the medical texts with the toughest starting point; what is rare is that after its success, he resolutely tried new themes.

This new book is based on a fictional disease that combines medicine and physics. It is of extremely high quality and is highly recommended.

(I saw it in the science fiction area, and it was a pleasant surprise to eat real beef in the braised beef noodles⊙▽⊙)